Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.